It was lying there, on the wooden floor. It just wandered here, looking for it's way. When I saw it, I gave it my hand and said: "You must be lost. Come with me, since I am lost too". It didn't answer. It gave me a feeling of hatred. "Why won't you come with me?!" I laughed. "Don't be afraid! You don't have to!" And so, I grabbed it with all my strengh, without even noticing that it was not fighting back. I ripped it off and ate all of what was inside. After the murder, I realized there was no more, and I cried. Not only because I killed it, but because I liked it.
The sweet taste of salt in my mouth...
Oh. It was a bag of chips.
I feel better, I guess.
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عشوائيLes émotions, les opinions, la façon de vivre. Les phobies. Les préférences. Les différences. L'apparence. L'histoire.
